Zhao Rui's incoming palm strike instantly changed its trajectory. In a flash, he had already landed a firm slap on her butt.
SMACK!
Luo Min's body went rigid as if she'd been struck by lightning.
Her almond-shaped eyes flew wide open. The stunned look on her pretty face turned to embarrassment, then morphed into pure rage.
"Zhao Rui..."
Luo Min's palms flew, and she lunged at Zhao Rui in a frenzy, as if she'd just stepped in dog crap.
Zhao Rui retreated, his figure blurring as he dodged her techniques.
SMACK!
SMACK!
Luo Min's body froze. Then, she turned, leaped off the ring, and stalked out without a single word.
"Luo Min! What's wrong?"
Han Xingyi hurried after her, a look of astonishment on her face.
Everyone in the Martial Arts Hall stood dumbfounded, staring at the scene like wooden chickens.
"Well, time to go. Got to work and earn money tomorrow! Sigh!"
